I go to cemeteries a lot
It doesnβt matter where
Itβs not about the who
(or mostly not)
Itβs quiet
Itβs reverent
Squirrels abound
Dogs exercise
People walk and talk
I mostly come to listen
To the birds
To the breeze
To the voices of ancestors
Their inscriptions, stories
Their bones, a witness
Their songs, a whisper
Their presence, a comfort
Places set apart to remember
So I walk and remember
And I look forward
My bones will rest somewhereΒ
Will someone be glad to hear my whispersΒ
Witness my story
Evelyn Ward de Roo
Feb 21, 2022
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I’m glad I’m not the only one who enjoys thoughtful walks among the tombstones. I think it helps us keep perspective and think about how we aren’t guaranteed time. Tomorrow is always a hope but never a promise.
Ev – what a beautiful perspective on cemeteries. One I admit does not come naturally to me but will try to remember your words the next time I feel hesitant to venture in. Stephanie xo
It evoked the feeling of reverence that I get in cemeteries. Although they donβt bring me comfort for individual grievings, they do signify a common space found all around the world, one that binds all races and genders.
Thank you.